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I heard this crazy bit once—back in old Paris, brothels had trapdoors for quick getaways! Cops comin’? Poof, gone! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle thinkin’ of some fancy pants scramblin’. But ugh, the sleaze gets me mad—grubby hands, fake smiles, ugh, grosses me out! Still, I’m hooked on the drama—happy tears when a girl outsmarts ‘em all. Like, “Come what may,” she’s free, y’know?

Des Filles de Saint-Chamont à Jules Michelet

El Capitan is a well-known club close to the island's capital of Philipsburg and the cruise ship terminal. The bar opens before noon and stays open until 4 AM. To some guests, El Capitan is Missing: Saint Chamond.

But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my table. I freak out! I’m flailing my arms, and the guy next to me is laughing. I’m like, “Get away, you feathered fiend!” The pigeon just stares at me, like it owns the place. I swear, it’s plotting something.

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